First look. Eagerly, we anticipated the first look at one another. It was the moment we’d both longed for throughout the morning. The moment you dream of as a little girl. The time was here. As my sister and I walked towards the man I’d marry, my heart fluttered like the first time his lips touched mine. With a short countdown, his eyes met mine. It was perfect.
No, I didn’t cry. No, he didn’t cry. We smiled. We laughed. We hugged. We kissed. We held hands. I twirled for him. He told me I was beautiful. We fought back tears. We talked about our fears and how in only a matter of hours, we’d be married. At the time, it seemed so surreal. It was the dream transforming into reality. It was our time.
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A special thanks to Kim Russell & Emily Flynt with K&R Photography. Feel free to check out more of her work here.